Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now tell me what happened with you two. Spill it, lady.
It's just a stash, that's all. Please.
We're driving to Mission Viejo, not the Middle East.
-Oh, it's you he's after. -Me? What did I do?
and blow you right into the driveway!
Here, will you get a load of me for a fat second?
- Pull over, please. - Oh, listen to that.
Uh, no. But his cover photo is a wet Rottweiler.
- $15.99. - Grace?
I'm fine.
It's not meant to be.
Frankie, look at me. Look at me.
-He's rabid with power. -Would you pull the damn car over?
I-I'm OK.
It's like jump rope. You pick your moment and jump in.
String cheese?
He looks like an over-pronator.
What this chair lacks in form, it makes up for in function.
Something else is going on.
-my foot's giving me the finger. -Oh, grow some, Frances!